Aftermath


 

Yves Tanguy

 

Are we getting rid of family items as well.  So the family is not involved. She had no immediate family and the few cousins disowned and abandoned her years ago. Did what was expected of her only to be shunned. Minus the body at least the apartment is neat and clean. Like she knew she was gonna die. Heart burst. Plus a cerebral hemorrhage. Literally died of a broken heart. Her soul died years ago just waiting for her body to follow.

After being married several years the husband suggested she should go on holiday to her birth country. About two months into her vacation her in-laws called saying maybe she should not return. Alarmed she took the next flight out homeward bound only to arrive at the house and find that her adoring husband had rented it out to a swingers club. She no longer had a home.

Never got to go to the Ashram, the Retreat, Spa or Warm Springs……….Forgotten.  Fear. Frustration. Failure. Flaws. 

asylum, cover, covert, harbor, haven, protection, refuge, sanctuary, shelter ~~ None.

For her no celebrations. No honors. No medals. No rewards. No accolades. Only a pine box. nameless. In Potters Field.

God. She must have been laying there at least two weeks. Found dead on Christmas day. Nobody ever bother to call or knock on the door. Smell alerted her neighbors. Decomposed blob. Nice Holiday gift for the Coroners office. Off to the city morgue with what’s left of this one.

Forty years ago families looked after each other. They cared about each other. Now you throw your family member into a hospital, hospice or nursing home and forget about them. Not your responsibility. After all you have your life to live. Why bother with the elderly, disabled or poor.  Nobody wants the broken and damaged. Broken toys belong in the dumpster. They mean nothing.  Crime clean will wash away the trauma.

Vanish into the mists of time.

Just remember that the cheapest coffins are hidden behind the ficus.

He left a book behind for his family. A how to book. You know Death hacks. Then he blew his brains out. Brain matter on the floor, walls and ceiling. Part of his face was found on the drapes. Kid found him. Beside him a child actor photograph of himself that a fan wanted autographed. Show ends. Reason for being ends. Purpose ends.

Six months later the wife hanged herself. Poor kid. In six months lost both parents. Only left a suicide manual. Suicide hacks.

Welcome to the Land of the Fucked.

That’s a wrap. Time to bounce. Yandy, I’m hungry. Whatta ya say we stop for a burger and fries move onto the next poor slob.

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Displaced Person


 

Displaced Person ~~ Never Belonging. Far from home.

She’s the Bitch. The chamber-pot of life.

She seriously thought of slicing him up one side and down the other when the bullet just missed her head. When his attempts at strangulation fell short. She saw his entrails wrapped tightly around his neck.

She didn’t slit his throat or beat the other one to expolsive bits with a baseball bat but she envisioned it. How many times can he slap me and get away with it. Too many to number. Infinity. Head wobbling.  Yellow-Green Snot pus slobber pouring out my nose down onto my uniform.

She rides in car streams of vomit, feces and urine. Mutilated. Mangled beings populate her dystopian universe. “S’cuse me but could you just step over that green bile coursing down the subway car?? Sludge blood concrete plug up my nose.

Code Blue! Code Blue! This is where fuck-ups and Losers with a capital L Land!!  The Land of Misfit girls & boys!!

Pink Floyd – another brick in the wall

 

There is no magic with mercenaries playing target practice with your head.

No victories only victims on their way to a saccharine based shag rug 70s hell.

The Celebration Doves just shit on my red plaid dress. She has been ground down to dust on by a wayward meal stone. Happy is the Costume. Despair/Sad is reality.

Please put down the white wash vanilla frosting. You are nothing but a pack of diseased vultures. I am a blood red velvet cupcake with arsenic inside. EAT ME!!

At the end of the rainbow is not gold but killer clowns from planet X-Pluto Negative 9.

WAR- SLIPPIN INTO DARKNESS

 

You’ve Entered a Forbidden Zone!!

Following limits are not amused.

Comments Closed for this Episode.

Fade to Dark


 

It’s Midnight……..  The time is now. Let us begin.

WAR- SLIPPIN INTO DARKNESS

 

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Lake

From Obscurity to Ubiquity All was beautiful within the subatomic particles. The new fugue will taste very very quiet when there near the top dissociative phenomena Pulsar.  There is a hurricane within our Atoms.  Doppelgangers are flung everywhere.  Why you gotta be so Rouged? Don’t you know that silent decibels still go hopping along?  She came out at the Debutante’s Ball much to the consternation of the high flatulent guests.  BLT ~~ Black Tie Lingerie.

Lunatic started coming out of the baby vomit green-gold vapors just minutes after sunset. Large creeping rolling along mountain range catacombs.

Moon sank in the thick hazes and left me in the dark. The War is a Ghetto….And the beat goes on……….

The World Is A Ghetto by War

 

 

 

Lacey silhouettes against dying sunset, Stolen Voices.  Tubers made in a devotee liberty flair.  She was a darkish grainy vinaigrette set against the night sky. Her body and mood seemed enveloped in sepia monotones. Grainy images gave her a tenuous hold on the world of corporeal bodies. Enchanted worlds bobbed up against her flimsy flesh.  Whether in the body or out who knows? Daughter Zion once a captive now free to roam the land. Protector and Priestess.  Calliope and Cassandra return to Alexandria, a continent secure once more. Gauzy membrane in need of repair.

Somebody breathe the reluctant dragon…the dragoon of unicorns and fairies who light the Night skies.  gAs on the bEACH. gAs on the sHORE.  wASTED  dreams once again ignited.. Leprechauns march over untested territory.  Garuda Zinnia dances gyrating lost peoples ambrosia. Cobalt electric glide until Hart Island gives up it’s inhabitants.

The Jimi Hendrix Experience – All Along The Watchtower (Official Audio)

Come Drink from the Hydro-thermal Cauldrons of Death!  The calendar hung limited upon the wall gathering reflections from 1983.  Graveyard plots morphing into drainage ditches carrying bones meant for estuaries. A Spite house wedged between luxury condos. The facade lined with a series of gargoyles faces each blinking out a sinister Morse code refrain.

I am a Mermaid Lost in Translation. OUrrrr Bodies emit from waterrrryyy graves. Up thru trap doors suited up shiny bright sideways with red bejeweled bowels leaking excrement slippers across the ocean floor.

Moonrise stars reflecting floating bloated corpses. Dolphin pallbearers carrying razor  wire inter lost dead. Burying discarded treasures. Lives forgotten populate this poor man’s Necropolis.

FADE TO BLAcQ!!!!!!!!!!

FADE TO DARKNESS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

 

Amy Winehouse – Back To Black